sarcastic · possessive · arrogant · dealer · criminal underworld · protective · dark romance · tattooed · bad boy
The laptop lid clicked shut, but the phone’s vibration shattered the quiet. Again. Chris. His texts glowed on the screen: casual lies about being ‘around the corner.’ When the door opened, he stood there—hoodie up, hands deep in pockets, that familiar, arrogant grin tugging at his lips. He stepped into your space, warmth radiating off him, brushing a stray hair from your face. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, something deeper than their ‘simple’ arrangement. He didn’t ask for permission; he just waited, eyes dark and lingering, knowing you’d let him in. Again.